No matter what had happened to the Lord of Storms' deity position, Gwen could not get an answer from the God of the Deep Sea, who was fiddling with the tip of his tail.
It seemed that the entire Siren race was still in a state of confusion.
He could not help but pinch his chin, lean back on the high-back chair, and let his thoughts wander.
The news brought by Tyre gave him an irrepressible urge to go to the deep sea, to the other side of the Endless Sea, to take a look at the kingdom of the Sirens, or to see the corpse of the Lord of Storms to confirm some of his judgments.
However, he could not do it, not only because he could not leave the newly established empire behind, but also because the Cecil Empire did not have the navigation technology to cross the Endless Sea.
Thinking of the word "navigation technology," Gwen could not help but think of another thing that troubled him: the Cecil Empire did not have a suitable outlet to the sea.
Most of the Cecil Empire was inland, and the southern, eastern, and western regions did not have any coastlines. The only coastline was in the extreme north, outside the mountains in the north. It was an undeveloped area. The harsh climate, the obstruction of the mountains, and the danger of the sea itself made the Ansu Empire not consider developing that area for hundreds of years.
But that place could not be abandoned forever.
Gwen looked up and looked past the tip of Tyre's tail, looking at the map of the continent not far away.
Beyond the mountains in the extreme north of Ansu, the coastline was not empty.
On the other side of a narrow strait, a huge island could be seen. The Violet Kingdom, known as the Country of Mages, was located on that island. On the east side of the Violet Kingdom, the territory of the Duchy of Holy Dragon protruded out of the Loren Continent, forming the shape of a horse's head. It turned back into a peninsula in the west, and the end of the peninsula was also far away from the mountains in the north.
In the past Ansu era, the countries in the north were basically synonymous with mystery and remote. The isolation of the feudal dynasty and the inconvenience of transportation led to very weak connections between the countries in the north. The basic communication between the border nobles and a small number of civilian caravans was the limit. The so-called "international activities" of the old era were limited to this.
Take the Violet Kingdom as an example. The mysterious Country of Mages was only separated from Ansu by a narrow "Northern Strait". That strait itself was a "safe zone" of the Endless Sea, where there were no storms or turbulence of magic power. However, the two countries still did not have any fixed "flights". Communication between the two countries depended on a limited number of "private voyages" conducted by a few adventurer captains, or transcendents directly crossing the sea.
As for the Duchy of Holy Dragon, the situation was better. After all, there was a land connection between that country and the Cecil Empire. However, the Duchy of Holy Dragon was more conservative and mysterious than the Violet Kingdom. So even if the two countries were connected by land, there were almost no foreigners from the Duchy of Holy Dragon in the old Ansu. On the contrary, there were occasional traveling mages from the Violet Kingdom in the Captical mage organizations of all sizes.
Most of those mages relied on the power of Transcendents to cross the strait directly, and a small number of them came to the Loren Continent on private ships.
In the old era, this was the norm.
But in the new order planned by Gwen, in the upcoming international trade, the craze for studying abroad, and the layout of the transportation network of the northern continent, this situation would be broken sooner or later.
He had already tried to lay a railway in the Ogoray tribal country in the west, and in the future, he planned to open the closed door of the Duchy of Holy Dragon. The Violet Kingdom was also the target of the trade activities of the Cecil Empire. It was to be pulled into the big ship of the "Cecil Settlement Area."
The magic train could solve the transportation problem on the land, and restarting the route around the northern continent from seven hundred years ago was another problem that Gwen had to consider.
And even if he did not consider the plan of the Cecil Settlement Area, and did not consider the need to contact the countries by sea, challenging the sea was also a step that the Cecil Empire had to take.
Humans could not be trapped on land forever, not to mention the existence of the Siren and the Giant Dragon constantly reminded Gwen that the world was still big.
…
"The outside world is big!"
Byron sat at the dining table in his home and spoke to the young girl across the table with an exaggerated expression. The corner of his mouth was still stained with crumbs of bread. When he spoke, he seemed immensely proud of himself and had a flaunting appearance.
"From the Rock to the north, along the Gorgon River all the way to the old the Captical, the scenery of the plains there is very different from that of the South …
"… At that time, I was busy fighting a war. The east coast was full of monsters, so I commanded the warships to shoot at them with cannonballs and light beams. Have you seen the cannons on the training ground? The main cannons on Daddy's ship are bigger than that …
"Saint Sunil has very high walls, and there are prismatic defensive walls outside the walls, much higher than the walls of Tansan and Kant. I saw Cecil's flag being raised there with my own eyes … Don't believe your Uncle Philip's nonsense, I was really there. Although the flagship was parked a little far from the city walls, I could still see it …"
The girl sitting across the table smiled, leaned over, and used her finger to wipe the crumbs of bread off Byron's mouth, and made a 'wuah' sound.
This sound represented a small lesson.
More than four years had passed, and the once skinny and ugly Little Mute had now become a little slender. Good nutrition and the training under the guidance of Knight's father had made Pea grow rapidly. Her originally rough skin had become healthy and rosy, and her messy yellow hair was now softly draped over her shoulders. Sitting there, it was almost impossible to tell what she looked like in the past.
However, she was still the same as before. She liked to listen to Byron's exaggerated and boastful stories.
"Oh, it's fine. Don't mind these small details when eating at home." Byron waved his hand nonchalantly. "It's not easy for me to have a holiday … By the way, Pea, how were your graduation results last week?"
Pea smiled proudly, took a writing board from the side, wrote a string of words on it, and showed it to her adoptive father sitting across the table.
"Comprehensive … A +. Sigh, not bad." Byron saw the words clearly and slapped his thigh happily. He then rubbed his thigh while looking at his adopted daughter. "What reward do you want?"
Pea thought for a while, erased the words on the writing board, wrote another line, and showed it again.
"Come back safely from now on."
Byron looked at the writing board, paused for a moment, and could not help but laugh out loud.
"Haha, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not good at anything else, but I'm good at staying alive. Your Uncle Philip, on the other hand, is still bitterly helping to build the defense line in Changfeng Fortress. That guy always looks like he's ready to die. He'll definitely die before me … "
With that, Byron paused and scratched his chin. "I suddenly remembered that you've finished your classes in the generic school. You'll definitely go to Imperial College next. Have you thought about which school you want to apply to?"
Pea thought for a while and shook her head a little slowly.
"It's fine. Then take your time to think about it. Anyway, the winter enrollment season is over, and you're still underage. It won't be too late to make a decision next spring," Byron said casually. Then he remembered something. "By the way, you said that you're going to South Street with two friends today, right?"
Pea nodded, picked up the writing board, and wrote a few lines of words.
"A new company, Firm Pictures, opened in the south of the Mage District. They're recruiting people who know about magic.
"I've made an appointment with Pafili and Bobbi to do some part-time work.
"I'll go every day during the day and go home at night."
"I've heard of that company." Byron nodded. "His Majesty has given his approval, and it also has the strong support of the government office. Among the founders, there seems to be the heir of the Northern Region and the Western Region. It feels very reliable. You go. Just be careful. Don't come back too late at night. The astrology station said that it might snow tonight. "
Pea smiled and got up. She went to change her clothes for going out. She took her writing board, pushed the door open, and left the house.
The house quieted down. Byron was the only one left in the dining room.
The Imperial Navy Commander was in a daze at the dining table for a while. Suddenly, he laughed self-deprecatingly.
"It's not easy to have a vacation, but I'm not used to staying at home …
"Philip went to guard the border, and the Imperial Army was controlling the situation everywhere. The fleet was really idle these two months …
"Tsk, when did I become so active?"
While muttering, Byron stood up and prepared to go upstairs to take a nap. But just as he got up, he heard the bell hanging at the entrance ring.
He quickly walked to the door. As he opened the door, he muttered, "Forgot to bring something? I've told you … "
He didn't finish his sentence because the person standing at the door wasn't Pea, but a hunchbacked, sloppy old man who looked like a fake drug dealer.
Byron thought for a while and took half a step back to close the door. "There's no one at home. Come back tomorrow."
"No, no, no. I know you're joking." Pitman waved his hand and said as he flashed into the house with surprising agility. "I just saw Pea go out. I guessed that you were home alone, so I came to see you."
Byron stared at the little old man. "You want to see how a middle-aged bachelor frowns in the dining room all day after his adopted daughter went out?"
Pitman heard this and looked at Byron in surprise. "I haven't said anything yet. How can you summarize yourself?"
Byron stared at Pitman for a while but did not want to continue the conversation.
This was because the little old man was almost as shameless as him. In this regard, the old man was not as interesting as Philip, who could only accept the challenge and jump into the pit.
Byron sighed. As he closed the door, he said to Pitman who had strolled to the dining table to pick the snacks. "Come in. I have something to ask you."
Pitman did not look up. As he picked the snacks, he casually replied, "It's about Pea's speech, right?"
"Looks like you're here for something serious." Byron walked towards Pitman. "That's it. Pea still can't speak. But didn't you say that the bioengineering technology from the Everything-End-All's lair can cure her?"
"Let me ask you something first." Pitman finally looked up. His beard was stained with snacks. "Has her tongue grown back?"
"… It has grown back. And she hasn't gotten used to it for a few days."
"So, from the perspective of flesh regeneration, my team has succeeded. Pea is now a healthy girl in terms of physiological structure. She has a tongue, vocal cords, and her nerves are fine. You know all of this."
"But she still can't speak." Byron stared at Pitman with a serious expression. "What's going on?"
Pitman was silent for a moment before he finally said, "Her tongue was cut off for six years … Do you know what that means?"
Byron's face turned gloomy.
"Her brain has forgotten how to command her vocal organs," Pitman said slowly. "Although her tongue has been reconstructed, her speech ability has regressed to the infant stage. This is our conclusion."
"But she can still be retrained, right?" Byron asked hopefully. "It's like letting a baby learn to speak. Even if she learns slowly, she can still learn from the beginning …"
"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Pitman shook his head. "I've seen similar examples. It turns out that this kind of 'rehabilitation' not only requires hard work, but also sometimes depends on luck. There are many inexplicable factors that will affect the effect of rehabilitation. Pea may be able to retrain her ability to speak, but if she still has any psychological trauma, or her brain stubbornly refuses to speak, then she may never be able to speak again … Unfortunately, although I have superb biotechnology, I don't have much research on these issues. "
Byron frowned and stared into Pitman's eyes. "You didn't ask me to come here today just to tell me this depressing news, right?"
"Of course not," Pitman said with a smile. "In fact, we have some new things in the field of technology recently … I guess it may have some effect on Pea."
(I recommend a book called 'I Will Become Stronger After Death.' You can tell from the name that it belongs to the imaginative type.
The introduction is one sentence: It is said that sacrificing one's hair can make one stronger. Ma Sha seems to have sacrificed her life.
In short, it's a sacrifice to heaven.)
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